When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1184 The Wedding

Nathaniel sent a message to Cecilin: What are you doing?

After sending the message, he received no response.

Cecilia was truly too busy. She worked until one in the morning before returning to Rainsworth Manor. After quickly washing up, she went straight to bed.

She didn’t even look at her phone and had no idea that Nathaniel had sent her a message.

This left Nathaniel lying awake, unable to sleep.

The next morning, everyone was up early. The groom was going to the bride’s side to pick her up.

Elena had even made Elliot one of the flower boys. Dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, Elliot looked incredibly hands and adorable.

Jonathan also arrived with George. Seeing her eldest grandson, Elena was overjoyed. “Jon, come over here and let me take a good look at you.

She knew about George’s health, so she didn’t mind that Jonathan was living with the Sinclair family.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Jonathan walked toward her, his gaze calm and devoid of emotion “Grandma Elena”

“Ah. Sweetie, Elena said, reaching out to hug him.

Jonathan stepped back, not liking to be hugged by Elena.

He preferred George, who had always spoiled him endlessly.

Elena’s hand froze mid–air. She awkwardly pulled it back, looking a bit disappointed.

It was getting late. The butler came over to inform, “Mdm. Elena, the bride should be arriving soon.

“Okay.”

Elena had to turn her attention to preparing for the wedding.

George approached Jonathan. He could tell that Jonathan wasn’t particularly fond of Elena. “Jon, why are you so cold toward Grandma Elena

“Great–grandpa, Eli and I were raised by our mother. We haven’t known Grandma Elena for long, so I’m not close to her,” Jonathan patiently explained.

“I see.“”

George didn’t criticize him and patted his shoulder. “Well, I’m an exception, aren’t I? Hahaha.”

Jonathan truly liked his great–grandfather, George was always straightforward and genuine, never harboring bad intentions.

“Jon

From a distance, a loud voice called out.

It was Roland, Vivian’s father. His eyes lit up when he saw Jonathan. Though he knew Jonathan wasn’t his daughter’s. biological son, he treated him like his own grandson,

“Grandpa Roland.”

Roland, standing beside Vivian, pretended to be upset. “When you were helping Vivian deceive me back then, you called me ‘Grandpa‘ so sweetly. Now you’re calling me ‘Grandpa Roland‘. It’s heartbreaking”

He put on an exaggeratedly phtiful face.

Jonathan immediately corrected himself “Grandpa.”

“That’s more like it, my dear,” Roland said, his face lighting up instantly.

Cecilia watched from a distance. She was happy to see so many people loving Jonathan.

“Let’s go, Roland. We’ll take Jonathan to meet some old friends,” George said.

“Okay,” Roland agreed without hesitation.

Jonathan now knew more people than some business owners.

He was very sociable and remembered everyone clearly, carning the admiration of many business moguls.

They said he was the next Nathaniel, destined for great things.

Compared to him, Elliot was quite the entertainer. His presence not only caught the eyes of many little girls at the wi but also made some boys blush.

He charmed both girls and boys alike.

“Ceci, I really envy your twins. One’s so sensible, and the other’s so adorable. And they’re both so handsome. They’ll definitely be heartbreakers in the future,” Vivian sighed sincerely.